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Saturday, April 21, 2012

Blackbird claw, raven wingunder the red sunlightlong clothesline, two shirt sleeveswaving as we go byhundred years, hundred moresomeday we may see awoman king, wristwatch timeslowing as she goes to sleepblack horse fly, lemonadejar on the red ant hillgarden worm, cigaretteash on the window sillhundred years, hundred moresomeday we may see awoman king, sword in handswing at some evil and bleedIron and Wine, Woman King

Eunice and I go waaaaaaaay back to when we were babies living in Bondi and working at General Pants together. When I first met Eunice I already knew my boyfriend at the time had pashed her, and that mixed with the fact that she is one of the most stunning things I have ever seen was not the best recipe for my self-esteem. She's all legs and lips and freckles and to top it all off is always rockin' rad gear.

Fast forward 6 years and she is based in Singapore modelling her socks off, whilst I'm pretty sure my boyfriend back then ended up gay, so there are no hard feelings there.

On my trip to Singapore we were lucky enough to have a huge catch up and I was lucky enough to have a local to share the city's secrets.

I also thought I'd like to introduce you to her since we worked on a little project together whilst I was there, and the fruits of our labor is also related to the news I have to share with you. (in a post in the very near future)

Your the frigging best Eunice and I can't wait to come back and visit so we can really take advantage of 'ladies night' at the Grand Park.

Oh I've been waiting, definitely
and my heart is here right after me
and my heart, waiting in the rain

And my heart, it is in with the storm
And my heart, heart, heart(heart, heart, heart)
-Grimes, Vanessa

This week I ventured off to Singapore to hit birds with stones...I mean, to kill more than one bird with one stone? Ah frig, you know what I'm trying to say...I went there to tick alot of boxes *let's just put it that way...and tick alot of boxes I did!I suppose you would like to know the boxes that were ticked, but to tell you that would mean the announcement of the biggest thing I would have ever said on this blog (so I'm going to save that info for a special post of its own)...*I do a post on here every 3 months, so I'm guessing your pretty good at being patient right? yeh? good.This little quickie is just purely to introduce you to the item of my latest affections.Soft cotton panelled mesh deliciousness with exposed stitching to boot.I've never been much of a 'head to toe black' kinda gal, but a little bit of Wang and a little bit of leather can go a long way. Actually, now that I think about it this little pair are a match made in 'appropriate for Singapore humidity heaven'. When it's 32 degree's and your rockin' leather, whack on a tee with heaps of holes in it (der).Anyway now I know all your actually thinking about is my big news (and if you followed me on instagram you would already know) so I'll leave this short and sweet and get working on the best way to break the news...(no we are not breaking up lovers, rest assured!)So in the end...Thanks again, old mate Wangp.s if your wondering how a chick who lives on a tropical island could look so damn white, I've been in hospital with frigging dengue fever so cut this kid some slack and remember "there's nothing healthy about a tan" (if I have a tan in my next post, you'll have to cut me some different kind of slack and forget I ever said the above) xx

Hand's up if you have voluntarily been to Tasmania (and not been dragged there on a family vacation, or a 'tournament of the minds' national championship competition)?...noone? √Hand's up if you have a desire, or have had a fore-thought to voluntarily go to Tasmania?...noone? √Mmm. exactly.(for those friends across the sea's who have never even HEARD of Tasmania, don't feel ashamed, its a small and often forgotten island off Australia)Well... I went there.

Aido (lover) and Chrisso (brotha from anotha motha) decided to take Tassie on. They flew to Hobart without a plan or any prior knowledge to the place, brought push bikes from a tip, loaded them up with vintage bowling bags and cameras, and set off to ride the entire way around the island.I, decided to fly over and meet up with them for a couple of days of unexpected awesomeness.I landed with a backpack, a sleeping bag, and a first aid kit (rookie camper over here in the corner), hired a ute, and set off for a 2 and a half hour drive through wilderness at dusk to get to where to boys were pitching our two man tent. (yes. you heard me. two man tent for the 3 of us. utterly romantic.)I can honestly say I am completely lucky to be alive right now, as that drive was the most terrifying experience I have ever encountered (even scarier than being held in China for 2 weeks...but that is another story).

To say that Tassie is abundant with wildlife would be an understatement. On that drive, I began counting the amount of animals I came across (mainly so I could boast when I found the boys, 'cause I'm REALLY good at spotting them!), but little did I know that it would come to a point where I could no longer keep up! Kangaroos sitting on the side of the road ready to bounce out in front of the car at the exact point where it is too late to brake, entire possum families in the middle of the road, bunny rabbits running straight into the lights of the car, echidna's posing as rocks, and sadly enough, endangered Tasmanian devils (who are BLACK) running out in front of me.I ended at least 3 animals lives that night, and if I hadn't of been driving 10kms an hour every time I saw beady eyes in the distance, I'm positive it would have been many more. To top this off, Tasmania has decided it is so insignificant to the point where they do not have cell reception, so if I had of had a collision with a daddy of a kangaroo, I could have totalled the car and been stranded in the middle of nowhere with no way of contacting anyone (heavy)."but you could have waved down a car or walked to the nearest gas station (drama queen) " I hear you say ...well, firstly, there were no other cars. at all. secondly, everything in Tasmania closes at 4pm (including gas stations) thirdly, each gas station had a sign out front stating "last gas station for 257km" (slightly exaggerated with the km figure there, but go with it). Fourthly, I'm a chick (and a pretty wimpy one at that). And lastly, small Tasmanian towns are the frigging creepiest things at night (and mostly during the day too).So, I made it (obviously) and met the guys at the 1 pub in town (on the 1 road of the town), shared a few $10 jugs of beer and made out with Aido on the pool table.

The rest of my adventure ticked ALOT of boxes. Hiking, camping, making mermaid shrines, cleansing crystals in a waterfall, sleeping under the stars, feeding a wild wallaby (And then recruiting it as our pet), and hearing Chrisso sing every word of 'spice up your life' .

I walked into the 1 shop in town and they had 1 sad/neglected disposable camera on the shelf. It felt meant to be.Here's a film diary of the trip.Also check out this rad clip of the boys doin' their thang here